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Planet
by Catherine Pierce
This morning this planet is covered by winds and blue. This morning this planet glows with dustless perfect light, enough that I can see one million sharp leaves from where I stand. I walk on this planet, its hard-packed
dirt and prickling grass, and I don’t fall off. I come down soft if I choose, hard if I choose. I never float away. Sometimes I want to be weightless on this planet, and so
I wade into a brown river or dive through a wave and for a while feel nothing under my feet. Sometimes I want to hear what it was like before the air, and so I duck under the water and listen to the muted hums. I’m ashamed
to say that most days I forget this planet. That most days I think about dentist appointments and plagiarists and the various ways I can try to protect my body from itself.
Last weekend I saw Jupiter through a giant telescope, its storm stripes, four of its sixty-seven moons, and was filled with fierce longing, bitter that instead of Ganymede or Europa, I had only one moon floating in my sky, the moon
called Moon, its face familiar and stale. But this morning I stepped outside and the wind nearly knocked me down. This morning I stepped outside and the blue nearly
crushed me. This morning this planet is so loud with itself— its winds, its insects, its grackles and mourning doves— that I can hardly hear my own lamentations. This planet. All its grooved bark, all its sand of quartz and bones
and volcanic glass, all its creeping thistle lacing the yards with spiny purple. I’m trying to come down soft today. I’m trying to see this place even as I’m walking through it.
The Pierces - Kissing You Goodbye
'75 doğumlu Allison ve 77 doğumlu Catherine Pierce kardeşlerin oluşturduğu muhteşem bir folk rock müzik grubudur,müzik kardeşliğidir The Pierces. Çoğunun Gossip Girl'de kullanılan Secret isimli parçayla tanıdığı bu güzide grubun az bilinen süper şarkılarındandır Kissing You Goodbye.
Joy FM'le tanıdığım ve beni çok etkileyen çok kaliteli bir parça. Dinlenmesi gerekir.
Bana Eurythmics'in I Saved The World Tonight parçasını anımsatıyor.
.... Sometimes / I watch finches at the feeder, their wings small / suns, and have to grab the sill to steady myself. / Metaphorically, of course. I’m no loon. / Look—even my awestruck is half-assed.
Catherine Pierce's "Because I'll Never Swim in Every Ocean"
Want is ten thousand blue feathers falling / all around me, and me unable to stomach / that I might catch five but never ten thousand.
Catherine Pierce's "Because I'll Never Swim in Every Ocean"
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"This is Not an Elegy", by Catherine Pierce
At sixteen, I was illegal and brilliant, my fingernails chewed to half-moons. I took off my clothes in a late March field. I had secret car wrecks, secret hysteria. I opened my mouth to swallow stars. In backseats I learned the alchemy of guilt, lust, and distance. I was unformed and total. I swore like a sailor. But slowly the cops stopped coming around. The heat lifted its palms. The radio lost some teeth. Now I see the landscape behind me as through a Claude glass— tinted deeper, framed just so, bits of gilt edging the best parts. I see my unlined face, a thousand film stars behind the eyes. I was every murderess, every whip- thin alcoholic, every heroine with the silver tongue. Always young Paul Newman’s best girl. Always a lightning sky behind each kiss. Some days I watch myself in the third person, speak to her in the second. I say: I will meet you in sleep. I will know you by your stillness and your shaking. By your second-hand gown. By your bruises left by mouths since forgotten. This is not an elegy because I cannot bear for it to be. It is only a tree branch against the window. It is only a cherry tomato slowly reddening in the garden. I will put it in my mouth. It will be sweet, and you will swallow
